It’s definitely more professional than the other signs (see where it uses the Abercrombie & Fitch logo instead of clip art) but maybe that’s because they don’t want their customers/employees to forget where they are when they’re in the bathroom.

I think they’re trying to give the impression that even the bathroom in A&F is classy and should be respected, but ya you’re right. I think that’s going to be lost on the kind of person that wipes boogers on walls.

True story…one morning last week, while stuck in morning traffic on the freeway, a woman in the car next to me picked her nose, regarded the prize, and popped her finger into her mouth!
I know people view their cars as private space, but please folks, invest in tinted windows if you have boogers-on-the-go for breakfast.

I used to teach kindergarten and saw a student chowing down on her nose goblins one day.
Me: “Gaaaaaah, Felicia, stopstopstopstop! What on earth would possess you to eat…that?”
Felicia (very matter of factly): “Well, it looked like food.”

Tsk, tsk. Isn’t it sad how many people have forgotten the simple “Use a kleenex when removing things from your nose” lesson? It was right after the “Don’t take things from a communal fridge that have someone else’s name on it” lesson, and right before “Don’t diss your boss on FB” lesson.

OMG. Vomit. The pictures of the actual boogers were not necessary. Speaking of boogers, in 4th grade this kid named Harlan that sat next to me used to pick his nose with a straw and blow the other end of the straw so the snot shot onto my skirt. Mmm, delicious.

BOOGERS. I’ve seen the word too many times in this post, and now I somehow think that it is one strange word. Like FORK. You look at it long enough and wonder who the heck thought of the word FORK? And why the hell is it spelled that way? FORK. BOOGERS. F-O-R-K. B-O-O-G-E-R-S.

Speaking of boogers, I’m disappointed at the low amount of creative euphemisms in the signs.

“dam bugers” – had it not been a typo, would have been most creative and most intriguing. alas a kind stranger with a pencil corrected it.
“nose residue” – decent, but lost points for adding boogers in parenthesis.
“contents of your nose” – reminds me of my grandma’s lectures. and her yard stick.
“fingerpainting…” – by far the most creative, but someone got paid for it.

I was wondering about that third pic, though. It looks like there is a yellowed rectangle in that area–maybe where an old sign used to be–that hasn’t been cleaned along with the rest of the wall. Maybe the yellowed lumps are actually globs of old glue? Or maybe whoever took down the sign exposed a horde of snot from days gone by.

So, okay, I shouldn’t cop to this….but I used to stick my boogers on the wall. Here’s why.

The bathroom, at my college, was filthy. There was always at least one live, large roach, and several dead ones. There were little shit smears under the tp dispenser. There was standing water on the floor. For three months there was a little family of distinctive moth-flies that I never saw anywhere but the bathroom.

So I stuck the first booger on the wall to see how long it would last. Seriously, it was there for months. I wondered if anyone had noticed. So I added another and another, a little family of sickly fascinating snots. They were still there when I graduated, and, odds on, they are still there today. And, yes, everyone still uses the filthy bathroom.

It never would have occured to me to paint the walls green if they hadn’t been covered in hazmat already–makes me wonder what condition these BRs were in.

People wiping boog on the wall in a bathroom is especially baffling because bathrooms presumably have both toilet paper and paper towels (and sometimes even Kleenex) with which to properly dispose of boog. Hell, even doing the gym teacher Kleenex (holding one nostril and blowing) into the toilet or trash can would be more sanitary than using your fingers to remove the boog from their nose and put it on the wall. Maybe the boog-painters figure they can wash their hands when they’re done leaving their presents for the next person who comes in the crapper.

“Now, I don’t want to rob any law-abiding American of his or her God-given rights, but I think we are an industrious enough people that we can make it work with only one square per restroom visit, except, of course, on those pesky occasions where 2 to 3 could be required.”

@ shwonline or at the very least, such should be completed in REVERSE order of that listed… wait.. no that would be bad too… How about :
– wiping your glasses
– wiping your boogers
– wiping your ass
THEN
– wiping your seat

“Boogermann McPickerstein sez always wipe your nose nuggets under your desk not the bathroom wall.
Make a game of it. See how large a mound of sinus sausages you can build under there. Then one day you can pop that baby in your mouth and reconstitute it on the commute home.”

Timo – I worked in medicine for over 8 years. I saw, smelled, cleaned up and treated the most disgusting things imaginable. Co-workers and supervisors lauded me for my (assumed) ability to wipe excrement with one hand while eating a sandwich with the other. But your words have inspired a sense of nausea for me. I am truly impressed.

We had someone that did that at my old job, always on the same wall, and we knew precisely who it was. I think they even knew we knew, and just carried on.

If you think that is bad, back in school all the boys were taken out of class and for a boys-only assembly, where we were told someone had been wiping their shit all over the bathroom walls! We never did discover who the phantom crapper was.

My junior high was in the same building as a kindergarten and we had to use the same bathroom. It was about the size of your average reach-in closet, but with a wee little child-size toilet in it. The wall was about six inches from your face when you sat on the toilet, and COVERED in boogers, right at eye level for a squatting eighth grader (or standing kindergartner). Many times they were still glistening and I’d have to turn around and retch when I was done peeing.

But until now I never knew ADULTS put their boogers on the walls. That’s just… wow. All I can think of is Stimpy and his Magic Nose Goblins.

I used to work for a telemarketing company….and the ladies room ALWAYS had boogys on the stall!…that and bloody pads…and these same scumbags would touch the sinks, the vending machines and go and get all loud if they spied someone with a little ketchup on their lip or collar…and call them dirty and nasty. oh and do not get me started about the poop on the wall! OSHA came and fined the place…but guess who got fired for reporting the filth hole I worked in…you guessed it!

i used to clean office loos and overall the women’s were so much worse than the men’s. goes against popular belief, but the men didn’t put bloody pads and tampax on the toilet lid, in the loo brush holder, behind the u-bend or on the floor, didn’t wipe shit on the walls and didn’t flush tights or socks down the loo. and i never had to break up a monster turd in the men’s loos. however, the corona of bogies around the urinals in the (executive) offices was a particular horror of mine.

now i work in a rather cleaner, more pleasant job in health care. a couple of weeks ago i was treating a small child who took off her sock and blew her nose on her foot. yes. both me and her mother were a little stunned at that particular choice. oh, to be 3 again…

sorry if i am mistaken, but isn’t the last note norwegian? i realise that danish and norwegian are very close, but the notes contains a) all three special norwegian letters and b) several words i recognize from the norwegian course i took several years ago…

I worked for a manufacturing plant in central Indiana, we made food for a large grocery that in turned owned alot of other large and small groceries nationwide, and our products were distributed nationwide. Arbitrary sanitation rules were often implemented, but we still had our booger wipers in the stalls. The plant’s painter had the job of painting the bathroom one day, of course all the boogers were just painted over…making them more everlasting than the baby shoes your mom had bronzed for you.

That foreign language one is in Danish and having lived in Denmark for almost 9 years I can tell that by the color of those walls it is most likely a hospital or a community center of some kind. Nice. Danes are generally very clean though.